Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 08/23/23

The Film Critic

The film critic sat sullen-hearted in the suburban all theater wishing it was dingy hard boiled
1970’s decaying metropolitan porno theater instead
There was a time when cinema was real
more real than real itself
reels of reality
restoration of being
resurrecting thought
profound contemplation while jerking off to depressing Russian literature and French
existentialism

amid cowboys snorting coke lassoing used cars at the sundance advertisements and say “no” to
drugs propaganda and sports
the trailers played
which used to be the best part of going to the movies

franchise fatigued
wars in the stars
twilight of the superhumans
stillborn resurrections from days of the future past
toys from decades ago brought back into our neo-retro present chasing fleeting visions future
tense spoiled by demonic nostalgia tainting something once there ever allusive

the film critic couldn’t quite put their finger on it

they packed a gun
fully
intending
on
using

it
fondly reflecting on stolen solitary Saturday nights
lime in a cheap imitation Mexican beer
as short-lived domestic
sipped lightly between bites of frozen pepperoni pizza
a taxi driver flying over the cuckoo’s nest apocalypse now desiring a street car
pale rider rom-coms played on fueling the fault in our stars
hindering true romance for a lack of love

they’d never purchased snacks of this sort before
a slim snap of spicy meat
nut-coated rainbow iced cream
bagged
sticked

unlike Oedipus, there was no mother to fuck
just the incest of greasy engineered populism for entertainment
no kingdom to abandon
but the wasteland
at the zero-hour
at this midnight theater

they broke

movie spectators, half on their phones
glued idiotically to screens
somewhere there
or other

what do you want me to say? You know where this is going…the film critic gouged out their
own eyes from the sheer banality of it all silently screaming having no real voice at all, crimson
flood from sockets soaking where an erection had ever seldom been used

and the quiet vampires
not noticing
lingered

©2023 Mike Zone All rights reserved.

Brother Zone

Mike Zone is the Editor-in-Chief of Dumpster Fire Press, co-founder of Deadstar:Control, and manager of the band Tail From the Crypt along with being a producer for the record label Paranormal Vinyl Cassettes Hair Extensions. He is the author of Wonderful Turbulence, Fuck You: A Fucking Poetry Chap, The Earth Was Shaking For Days, Shedding Dark Places. Also coauthor of The Grind and Razorville. A frequent contributor to Alien Buddha Press and Mad Swirl. His work has been featured in: A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Black Shamrock Magazine, Horror Sleaze Trash, Better Than Starbucks, Piker Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Synchronized Chaos, and Cult Culture Magazine.

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 07/05/23

OH JOY, A NEW CULT!!!

Not getting any?
Stuck in a dead end job?
Poverty got ya by the balls?
Do the few lovers you find
     turn out to be psychotic?

Does it seem as if a sadistic higher power
     is working your last nerve?
Think a bit too much?
My funky brethren, I know all about it

If any or all of these problems
     has plagued your life
I'd like to take this opportunity
to introduce you to a brand new cult:
     The Cult of the Goc

That's right folks, The Cult of the Goc
The G.O.C., ladies and gentlemen
The God of Circumstance
The newest and coolest 
       disposable god ever

Tired of your conventional cult demanding
       so much of your time and energy,
all to worship their god which you
     still aren't fully convinced it even exists?

Well, Here at The Cult of the Goc
     each member gives worship to the
Great God of Circumstance
     whenever the hell they feel like it

But that's just the beginning!
Not only do cult members find it       unnecessary to fear The Goc
When things just aren't going right, it's common practice to cuss The Goc out
       for being such a fucking sadist

Not only is this a therapeutic 
   and liberating practice
You also don't get struck by lightning either

Now it's not all deity cussing down here 
       at The Cult of the Goc
though we do hold the practice
        in high regard
No folks, we cult members understand
     that The Goc is schizophrenic
Not unlike the God of the Old Testament

Thus we like to keep things simple
by identifying the 2 primary natures
       of our disposable god
which we dubbed The Gloc and The Bloc

The Gloc is 
       The Good Lord of Circumstance
which we love and worship
        and say thank ya to
The Bloc is 
       The Bad Lord of Circumstance
which we hate, cuss, and say fuck ya to

"So what will The Cult of the Goc
give me that all those other cults lack?"
You're probably asking yourself (as any  
        wise cult shopper would)
Well, our cult members are wise enough 
       to not cling
             to their love or hate 
                   of our Goc
						 
As we know that 
       The True God of the Universe
has nothing to do with
       our global human soap opera
for It is the One Without Another
   residing in Eternity, Unmoving, Unborn
Pure Conscious Omniscient Imagination

Creating stars and the space between
    by the Great Law Three
       and Its Seven Vibrations

We seek to go back there
       back Home

©2023 Gentle S.C. Dragona All rights reserved.

Gentle S.C. Dragona

Known since 2008 as Da Honky Wit Seven Names, Gentle Dragona is an American Poet, Lyricist, Mystic Stranger, and Bloody Dirty Dancing Dervish. He authored the underground collection of 69 poems in 1998 – IN DREAMS WE HIDE – published by Arkansas Writer’s Press; and the book CUSS! The Ancient and Transcendental Art of Hangin’ Out, in 2005, published by AuthorHouse.

Da Honky’s seven names are Eric Kristian Willey Gentle Shokya Candalla Dragona. He resides in his adopted town of Austin, Texas.

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 05/24/23

WATCHING THE ASHES

sun dips
moon winks

overhead
stars align

here we are
spirit breaths,
sparks and smoke

placing
our hopes
on paper,
setting them
on fire

knowing
the promises
we keep are
greater than
the flames
testing us

©2023 Dr. Roger G. Singer All rights reserved.

Dr. Roger G. Singer

Dr. Singer has had over 1,200 poems published on the internet, magazines and in books and is a Pushcart Award Nominee. Some of the magazines that have accepted his poems for publication are: Westward Quarterly, Jerry Jazz, SP Quill, Avocet, Underground Voices, Outlaw Poetry, Literary Fever, Dance of my Hands, Language & Culture, The Stray Branch, Tipton Poetry Indigo Rising, Down in the Dirt, Fullosia Press, Orbis, Penwood Review, Subtle Tea, Ambassador Poetry Award, Massachusetts State Poetry Society. Louisiana State Poetry Society Award. Readers Award Orbis Magazine 2019. Arizona State Poetry Award 2020. Mad Swirl Anthology 2018, 2019.

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 09/28/22

EACH WAVE HAS A NAME

an echo
in the hallway,
the beauty
of her breath
remains
in the remember
album of
youth and the
life of speech

where parts of
separation
never run
out of tears
in the sacred air
of salvation and
imagination
between the stars

©2022 Dr. Roger G. Singer All rights reserved.

Dr. Roger G. Singer

Dr. Singer has had over 1,200 poems published on the internet, magazines and in books and is a Pushcart Award Nominee. Some of the magazines that have accepted his poems for publication are: Westward Quarterly, Jerry Jazz, SP Quill, Avocet, Underground Voices, Outlaw Poetry, Literary Fever, Dance of my Hands, Language & Culture, The Stray Branch, Tipton Poetry Indigo Rising, Down in the Dirt, Fullosia Press, Orbis, Penwood Review, Subtle Tea, Ambassador Poetry Award, Massachusetts State Poetry Society. Louisiana State Poetry Society Award. Readers Award Orbis Magazine 2019. Arizona State Poetry Award 2020. Mad Swirl Anthology 2018, 2019.

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J.D.C.IV with his Poem Poster in St. Charles, IL, at ArtsFest Poetry Crawl 2019

James D. Casey IV is an artist, award winning poet, gonzo writer, author of seven poetry collections, and the founder/editor-in-chief/publisher of Cajun Mutt Press.

J.D.C.IV has roots in Colorado, Louisiana, Mississippi, and currently lives in Illinois with his Beautiful Muse and their fat black cat.

His work can be found online and in print at several small press venues and literary magazines internationally.